Communism.

Sorry for the unintentional hiatus. It was a combination of extreme procrastination and a lot of dreams that I couldn't remember the story of, I only remembered pieces. I don't like writing down dreams if they don't have a story line. I'll try and do better.

Communism.

(if this one seems to jump around, that's because it's how it happened in the dream)

I live in a shanty town with my mom under a communist government. We're all just getting by, surviving, but not much more. Then the government sends in the soldiers armed with guns to evacuate us all. We have a few hours to pack everything we own, there is hardly enough time.

Everyone is loaded onto these big trucks and we are gone by dawn.

In the new town that we live in, I have the opportunity to go to college. I'm sitting in a film class, in the front row. All the other students are talking like old friends, but I don't know anyone. I don't have a text book or a notebook. I only have the syllabus for the class.

The professor comes in and he's really intense, but he's a good guy underneath it all. He starts class by reading a really serious text in a southern accent.

He notices that I'm the only one not laughing and asks if I understood why it should have been funny. I told him I understood it perfectly, but the accent was so good that I hated to miss anything by laughing. That was when the professor decided that I was his favorite student.

In the class, we watch a video about this guy who is exploring this massive under water cave. I then become part of the underwater dive team. We have to use this super bright lights and I wonder what sort of lights they are, because they cast no shadows.

The film ends and I am back in film class. I am talking with my professor and he is asking me where I moved from. I talk about how I had to work at the State Fair when I was 12. He tells me that he didn't think kids that young were able to work. I dodge around the fact that it was child labor and I had to so that my family could get enough food.